All language subtitles for Convicted 1950 br avc-pir8

I can't see how you can make
a stupid statement like that.

Nothing stupid about it.
It happens to be a fact.

The old-timers were much better.

You mean to tell me there hasn't been
a ballplayer since Ty Cobb?

That's what I said.

Who's been playing the game, then,
for the last 25 years?

Oh, a bunch
of overgrown sandlotters.

(PHONE RINGING)

Routine heart attack.

The guy had been dead
about eight hours.

I'll make out the report later.

Babe Ruth was a sandlotter?

Hmm, Ruth was a fair
country ballplayer.

What about pitchers?

I haven't heard of one
since Walter Johnson.

Where you been buried?

How about Hubbell, Lefty Grove,
Dizzy Dean, Feller?

DORN:
Who did they ever pitch against?

Nobody.

You guys start this again,
I'm gonna call the cops.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-BAILEY: What about Lou Gehrig?

-DiMaggio?
-Sergeant Henry.

-Yeah. What about DiMaggio?
-Yeah, he's a good ballplayer.

Well, the rest of the country
will be mighty glad to hear

that you feel
that way about him.

There's been some trouble
over at the Hawaiian Club.

Some guy got slugged
pretty bad.

That's just as silly as ea yin'
there hasn't been

a great football player
since Jim Thorpe.

Well, name me one.

Gentlemen, the people
over at the Hawaiian Club

are waiting
for a little law and order.

Red Grange, the Four Horsemen,
Sid Luckman, Tommy Harmon.

-Never heard of them.
-What newspapers do you read?

There hasn't been a good newspaper
since the old New York World.

DORN:
Hawaiian Club. Use the whistle.

(SIREN BLARING)

What do you mean, the winters
aren't as cold as they used to be?

What about that blizzard that swept
the country a couple of years ago?

-Well, I'll admit it was a little chilly.
-Yeah.

Bailey, you know how hard we try
to keep this a nice, quiet place.

Wasn't anything much,
a little argument over a girl.

Both of the boys
had been drinking.

-How is he?
-He's still out.

This is Dr Masterson.
He happened to be in the club.

I've called for an ambulance.

Must have hit his head
when he went down.

Well, where's the strong heart
who did it?

You the guy
who slugged that fella?

It was just an argument.

This fella walked up
while we were dancing

and started making
some remarks.

-DORN: About her?
-Yeah.

I didn't have nothin' to do to with it.
I wanna see my lawyer.

-What's your name?
-Yvonne Adair.

Sounds like a cheap perfume.

Well, fella, you better
come along with us. You too.

I didn't lay a glove on the guy!
I was an innocent bystander!

You're not going to the death cell,
Yvonne, just to the police station.

MASTERSON:
Check on that ambulance, will you?

-MAN: Right.
-How's he coming, Doc?

-His pulse is very weak.
-Well, do what you can.

You take him on down, Bailey.
I'll round up some witnesses.

I got my rights!
I want a lawyer!

Yvonne, come along
like a nice little girl

before I remember that I saw you
in the line-up two weeks ago.

Now, then, kiddies,
I wanna hear the whole story.

No, no, Fred,
it's pure routine.

I know it was Mitchell's son.
That's the reason I took over myself.

I don't care who you are.
I'm District Attorney!

Call me at five o'clock.
I'll give you a statement then.

Keep the papers off my neck
for a while, Eddie.

Mitchell's a big man politically.

Had to pay him personally.
Call the girl in.

Send the girl in.

-Right. The girl.
-Okay, sister, it's your turn.

I want a lawyer.

I'm a lawyer.
What can I do for you?

I've got my rights!

Sure you have.
Sit down.

I've got a daughter your age,
and the only thing legs mean to me

are something you gotta keep
covered with nylon.

-What's your name?
-Yvonne Adair.

Let's try it again
and make it sound right.

-Bertha.
-Bertha what?

Bertha Williams.

-Where do you live, Bertie?
-With my folks.

-Where?
-1713 Court Street.

-You sure about that?
-Yes, sir.

But lately, I've been staying
with a girlfriend.

-Where?
-206 Dover Street.

-Ever been arrested?
-Oh, no, honest, I haven't.

All right, Bertie, all right.

I want you to tell me
exactly what happened last night.

-Don't make any mistakes.
-Yes, sir.

Well, I was sitting' in this bar,
just minding my own business.

What bar? What time?

The Hawaiian Club,
about eleven.

Go on.

Well, this fella came in,
spoke to me, bought me a drink.

-You'd never seen him before?
-Oh, no, honest, I hadn't.

-Go on.
-Well, at first, I was insulted.

Never mind that stuff.
All I want are the facts.

What did he say then?

He said he hadn't been in town long,
and he was lonesome.

And it was his birthday.

He asked me
if I'd dance with him.

So I thought there wasn't
any harm in it.

And then?

Well, we were just dancing',
and this Mr Mitchell came up.

-You know him?
-Sort of.

Ever been out with him?

Uh-huh.
Then what did he do?

Well, he started
making' some cracks.

He tried cutting' in while I was dancing'
with the young man.

When my guy wouldn't let him,
he got sore.

Then he wanted me
to come over to his table.

And when I wouldn't,
he called me a name.

That's what started everything.

The young man said,
"You have insulted this lady."

He meant me.

"Apologise to her."

Then Mr Mitchell let loose
with some words

and reached back
to his hip pocket.

-What for?
-It was only for his handkerchief.

-Then what?
-My guy hit him.

Yeah.

Well, he fell down,
and he just stayed there.

I think he hit his head
on something.

All right, Bertie, you can go.
Come back at five o'clock.

And, Bertie,
don't talk to anybody.

Oh, no, sir.
I mean, yes, sir.

That the last
of the witnesses, Eddie?

-EDDIE: That's all.
-Bring the boy in.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Okay.

All right.

You're Joe Hufford?

-Yes, sir.
-Sit down.

-Cigarette?
-No, thanks.

-Don't smoke?
-Yeah. I don't feel like it.

Joe, you're in a pretty bad spot.

Who have you talked to so far?

The police and the lawyer
who came to see me.

What did the lawyer
have to say?

Told me not to do any talking'.

That's good advice.
Particularly, don't say anything to me.

My job is to prosecute you.
You understand that, don't you?

Yeah. You mind
if I ask you a question?

No, go ahead.

Will you tell me
what all the fuss is about?

I had a few drinks,
and I hit a guy.

-It happens every day.
-You know who the boy was?

No, I'd never seen him before.

Anyone told you
he died this morning?

Not just a bar room brawl now, Joe.
A man is dead, you did it.

Well, it...

It was just an accident.

He's still dead.

When somebody gets killed,
somebody has to pay for it.

That happens to be the law, Joe.

He started it.
You can ask anyone who was there.

I have.
They told me he started it.

That's what keeps it
from being first-degree murder.

It was just a rotten break.
He must have hit his head when he...

He did. I have it
right here on the report.

Joe, as you say,
it's a rotten break.

That's the way
it goes sometimes.

-Who's your attorney?
-Um... Mr Bradley.

The company I work for
sent him over.

You work for Dutman Eldritch.

-How long you been with 'em?
-Uh, about a month.

-Where you from?
-Plain field.

-Any family?
-Yeah, a father.

Can he help?

No, not very much.
Anyway, I wouldn't ask him.

Why?

He's pretty old
and needs everything he's got.

Joe, don't you realise you're gonna
need all the help you can get?

I don't know. I've never been
in this kind of trouble before.

That's the way
things work out sometimes.

Look, Joe, you've got a good
war record, no previous arrests,

but I'm still in a job
where I have to prosecute you.

-You understand that, don't you?
-No. How could I understand?

Well, that's the way it is.
That's all, Joe.

Well, I have to go back to the jail now
and stand trial, huh?

Yeah.

You won't believe
it was an accident?

I believe it.
But there's a man dead.

Accident or no accident,
you knocked him down and killed him.

(PHONE BUZZING)

-OFFICER: Hufford's attorney's here.
-Have him wait.

Joe...

Tell him to wait.

-Is your lawyer any good?
-I haven't any idea.

If he knows what he's doing,
you'll stand a good chance.

Once we get into court,
I can't give you any breaks.

Do you understand that?

Yeah, I suppose so.

-What do you think, Eddie?
-Tough luck for Hufford.

But who asked him to go out
and get drunk last night?

Who asked him
to get in a fight?

-Send his attorney in.
-Send him in.

I'm Vernon Bradley
of Be eh am and Bradley and Nerney.

-Make yourself at home, Mr Bradley.
-Thank you.

-Care for a cigar?
-Uh, no. No, thank you.

Be eh am and Bradley and Nerney.

Never run into you fellas before,
have 1?

No, we're corporation attorneys.

Wandered a little far over
on the wrong side of the tracks.

(CHUCKLING)

What are you doing
handling a criminal case?

The firm that Hufford works for
is one of our largest accounts.

They have asked us
to handle it.

-Oh, I see.
-I talked with my client this morning.

What do you think?

Well, I think the whole thing
is very unfortunate.

I imagine the dead boy
would feel the same way.

Uh...

Hufford impresses me
as being clean-cut and sincere.

He's never been
in any trouble before.

The whole thing might be
a case of temporary insanity.

Bradley, have you ever actually handled
a criminal case before?

I told you we were
corporation attorneys.

You enter a plea of temporary insanity,
you'll be laughed right out of court.

I have witnesses, man.
He wasn't insane, he was drunk.

I believe it's my client's right
to enter whatever plea he chooses.

It's also your client's right to serve
twenty years if his case isn't handled right.

Well, I didn't come down
here to get a lesson...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

It's just that you're a little bit
out of your field.

I feel that Hufford's
had a bad break, I'd...

I'd like to see him
get a good one now.

I'll accept a plea of manslaughter.

That's one to ten years.
Don't you think that's a little steep?

No steeper than being dead
on a morgue slab.

Bradley, this is not like
reorganizing a company.

A man's dead.
Somebody's gotta pay for it.

Look, why don't you
play it smart?

Why don't you call in somebody
like Conway or Dastro?

Our firm is not in the habit
of calling in men like that.

No? Dastro used to be
my law partner,

and let me tell you something.

We knew our way
around a courtroom.

Do you wanna know
how I'd handle this case

if I were on the other side
of the fence?

First, I'd object on any juror
that didn't have a son in the service.

Then I'd drag out his war record.
I'd spend two days on it.

I'd take it from the day
he entered boot camp

to the day he got
his decoration in Okinawa.

Then I'd pull in
fifty character witnesses,

from the old lady who's known him
since he was born

to his last commanding officer.

Then I'd start in on intent.

That's important, Bradley.
Was there any intent?

I'd harp on it till it was coming out
of the judge's ears.

-You got all of that, Eddie?
-Yes, sir.

I'll give you a copy, Bradley.

Thank you, Mr Know land,
but I don't think I shall need it.

-You don't, huh?
-It's a little emotional for me.

I've always believed that the law
is pretty well stated,

and that the less emotion
brought into it, the better.

Let me tell you, there's a lot of emotion
connected with killing somebody.

Seeing your client go up
for a few years has even more.

We shall try to see to it
that that doesn't happen.

Goodbye, Mr Know land.

And thank you.

There goes a first-class,
double-breasted, overstuffed idiot!

Yeah.
Too bad for Hufford.

Yeah. Here's a case a junior law clerk
could win with an IQ of 50.

What now, boss?

Type that up. We'll put a copy
in the mail to Bradley anyway.

You've been found guilty
of killing your fellow man.

Murder was not your intent,

but drunkenness is no excuse
for violation of the law.

Therefore, it's the sentence
of this court

that you, Joe Hufford,
be imprisoned in the state prison

for a term
from one to ten years.

Court is adjourned.

(GAVEL BANGING)

Eddie, I've heard
of people being railroaded,

-but never by their own attorney.
- I heard that, Mr Know land.

Good. It's the first thing you have heard.
You fumbled every chance I threw you.

Even the judge was trying to help,
and you wouldn't listen.

Lucky they don't convict lawyers
for incompetence.

If there was anything...
I'm sorry, son.

I guess it couldn't be helped, Dad.

I'll be up to see you
whenever they'll let me.

And, Joe,
I know this isn't much help,

but... I'll try to have something
for you to come out to.

Well, that'll help a lot.

So long.

See you soon, then.

-How do you feel, Dad?
-Like going out and getting drunk.

It was pretty bad.

It's the first time I ever saw you
try to lose a case.

I'm not very good at that,
I guess.

-How about lunch?
-Sure.

You know, I'd sell this job
mighty cheap right now.

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

No, I won't play casino with you.

Why don't you learn
some of the new games?

They don't make any sense.

I'm surprised
you don't wanna play old maid.

I will, if you want to.

This guy doesn't think anything's
happened since McKinley got shot.

If you try to talk
about Roosevelt,

he thinks you're talking
about the Rough Riders.

How'd you two grab
this gravy trip?

Oh, I got seniority.

I like to have him along
to argue with.

-You got a cigarette?
-Yeah.

You'll get used to it.

-How long you up for?
-One to ten.

Just a holiday weekend.

You been there before?

The boys run a regular
shuttle service for me.

Well, you don't seem to mind it.

I mind plenty.
Wait till your next trip.

Who says he has to make
more than one trip?

I wasn't planning on it myself.

Well, that's tough, Malloby,
but you did break parole.

Only Douglas
would've reported it,

or should I say
Captain Douglas?

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

Captain Douglas, you're wanted
in the warden's office.

For the first six months, you don't
touch the machines, understand?

Come on.

Show him what to do
with the hamper.

-Yes, sir.
-And no talking.

Fill it up.

(INAUDIBLE)

(BELL RINGING)

Right face!

Forward!

(BELL RINGING)

If they'd only do something
different just once.

Be two minutes late
locking' the doors,

forget to ring a bell.

-It's like locking' up animals.
-You've only been here six months.

You just don't appreciate
everything they do for ya here.

Sure, Joe, you want a lot of nosy
strangers coming' around all night?

And women bothering you
at all hours?

You have a bad day
at the office?

I sold everything I made.

That's the idea, Joe.

You just keep working' away
in the laundry,

keep your nose to the wet wash,
so to speak,

and one of these days,
you'll find yourself at the top.

Does it smell any better
than at the bottom?

How long can a guy last
in that place?

I never knew anyone
who wanted to try for the record.

Look, Joe,
you could still get a break.

After you've served six months,

it's up to the parole board
as to how long you stay in here.

Yeah, I know.

I come up before the board
for sentence tomorrow.

-How do ya know?
-Ponti told me.

Are you palling around
with Ponti now?

He passed me a note.

I told you, Joe, don't have
anything to do with that guy.

When he hands you a favour
with one hand,

he knifes you with the other.

Never mind that.
The important thing is Joe's sentence.

Why, he could be out of here
in a little while

if they'd take it easy on him.

-What's the usual sentence?
-The usual doesn't matter.

The law says one to ten years.

Well, two years
is between one and ten.

So is nine.

Maybe you'll get a break.

-Like you did, huh?
-It doesn't always happen that way.

Sure, Joe.
You've already done six months.

Six months.

I spent four years
in the Army,

didn't seem half as long
as six months in here.

The case of Joe Hufford.

Manslaughter.

Yes, I went over
this case last night.

There were certain
extenuating circumstances.

I felt that, too.

The boy he killed
was old John Mitchell's son.

Well, it looks
pretty run-of-the-mill.

I thought five years.

That makes him eligible
for parole in three.

Five years.

151 okay...

152 okay...

1563 okay...

154 okay...

From your father, Joe?

No, it's from the people
he's staying with.

How is he?

Not so good.

He hasn't been outta bed
for three weeks.

Are you really gonna try
to break outta here?

Sure.

When?

I was talking to Ponti today.

We figure a week
from next Wednesday.

You going' ahead with Ponti
after everything I told you?

You never told me anything.
You just said you didn't like him.

I'll tell you plenty of things.

I've known that rat
for fifteen years.

We did time once
before together.

Yeah, I know that.

-Do you know how he got out?
-He said he busted out.

Yeah, that's a howl.
He was in on a break, sure.

But when the time came,

there was twenty guards
with machine guns waiting' for 'em.

They went down
like lead soldiers.

How did Ponti get away?

Through the warden's office
with a parole in his hand.

He squealed.

That was the general impression
at the time.

All right, he's out.

Thanks, Malloby.

How 'bout me being' in?
You're gonna need someone else.

You're crazy. You're up
for parole in a few months.

What good is that gonna do
if my father dies first?

You'll be back here for life
if you try a crazy stunt like that.

I've gotta see him.
How about it, Mapes?

-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Look out!

-(CLEARING THROAT)
-What'd you do last night, Mapes?

Oh, nothin' much.

Called up a couple girls,
went out to dinner.

Then we had a few drinks
at the Macambo.

What about you?

I'm surprised
we didn't run into you.

We were making' the rounds, too,
weren't we, Joe?

Yeah.

Who'd you have with ya?

JOE:
Well, who can remember names?

They were all society girls
from Pasadena.

(CHUCKLING)

Next time, give me a call.
I'll be glad to go along.

These girls
want character references.

Malloby, sometimes
I think you forget

which side of the bars
you're on.

No, Douglas, that's something
I never forget.

Keep it quiet in here.

- I think he's kind of afraid of you.
-I don't blame him.

You'll never get him.
He watches you every second.

There'll be one or two
when he forgets...

Just like I forgot out
on parole one day...

One lousy day.

Douglas sees me
having' a beer with an old friend.

He reports me
because the old friend is an ex-con.

Back for twelve years...

Twelve years
for one little beer.

Let's play some cards.

-How about my taking Ponti's place?
-Leave him out of it, Mapes. I mean it.

-You heard me, Mapes.
-Sure.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

You in on the break, Joe?

Don't you know, Ponti?

Well, I thought
you knew everything.

We're all set for Friday.

The guns
are in the laundry room.

Why Friday?
I thought we were going' Wednesday.

Ponti's out.
He knows about Wednesday.

You sure he don't know too much
about everything else?

Have to take a chance.

What do you want ?

Thought you might
change your mind.

Not a chance.

You been spreading
some rumors about me?

-Yeah.
-Well, why don't you lay off?

Because you'd set fire
to your sister for a dime.

Because you're first, last
and always a rat...

-Look out.
-So I says to this preacher,

"Reverend, I'd be glad
to organize a choir for ya,

"but what's our angle
on the deal?"

-(ALL LAUGHING)
-Come on, get up. Keep moving'.

You're like a bunch of old women
when you get some news.

Who's got any news?

Don't tell me you gossips ain't heard
we're getting' a new warden.

-When?
-This week.

And guess who he is?

None other than your old friend
George Know land.

-Who sent him up?
-Probably old John Mitchell.

Know land was getting' a little
too big in state politics,

and being warden
is a one-way trip to no place.

Keep moving.
Come on, break it up.

Yeah, come on. Move on.

Watch your step, Malloby.

We're not all
a bunch of fools around here.

I'd like to have a talk with you
about that sometime, Captain.

All right, you two.
Get back to it.

I said go back to work!

Come on.
Get back to work.

What's the matter with you?

(ALARM BLARING)

-Did he start it?
-He sure did.

Throw him in solitary and you
don't have to be too easy on him.

All right.
Start the machines.

And get back to work.

Staley, number four.

Hufford, number three.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Solitary.

No, he didn't.

Oh, hold it.
Here he is now.

You're wanted
in the warden's office, Captain.

(LOUD THUDDING)

Having any trouble
with Hufford?

-No, sir.
-Let me know if you do.

Yes, sir.

Now, just stop worrying.

MACKAY:
This is where your clerical work is done

and your files are kept.
It's quite handy.

What do you think, Kay?

Well, it's the biggest office
you've ever had.

You'll find it
very comfortable, George,

centrally located
with everything under your control.

-This bridge is an addition.
-Where's it go?

That leads
to your living quarters.

Of course, there's a good lock
on the other door.

Very convenient.

-Hello, Douglas.
-How do you do, Mr MACKAY?

Your new boss,
George Know land.

Happy to know you, Douglas.

Douglas here is the best
yard captain in the prison business.

-I'm gonna have to rely on you a lot.
-That's what I'm here for.

Hear you had a little trouble
this morning.

Nothing at all, sir.

One of the younger, tougher ones,
we took care of him.

I'd like to have you meet
my daughter. This is Kay.

-How do you do?
-Hello.

This is our housekeeper, Miss Laurie.

DOUGLAS:
I'm glad to know you.

Perhaps you can tell us, Mr Douglas.
Just how safe will we be here?

Safe? Why, ma'am,
there's no place safer.

The walls are eight feet thick,
and you've got guards all around.

-What a way to live!
-I'm sure we'll manage all right, Martha.

And just think, Miss Laurie,
you have better help

than you could hire
at an employment agency.

-Bring them in, Douglas.
-Yes, sir.

After all these years,
to end up in a prison...

All right. In here.

How often does your parole board
meet, MACKAY?

Twice a week.

Your household staff, George.

This is Melreau, your cook.

He used to be head chef
at the Richmond Plaza in New York.

-What are you in for, Melreau?
- I poisoned my wife.

Oh!

-I trust you have other hobbies now?
-Yes, sir.

This is Grant,
was the warden's chauffeur.

A good boy.

Our board approved his parole.
He gets out next week.

You wouldn't like to stay over
for a while, would you, Grant?

(CHUCKLING)

Every boy has to grow up
and leave home sometime, sir.

This is your barber.

-Hello, Curly.
-Hello, Mr Know land.

-I sent you up here, didn't 1?
-For life, sir.

-Now you're my barber.
-If that's the way you want it.

I wouldn't have anybody else.
I like close shaves.

Just leave that to me, sir.

And this is Malloby,
your houseboy and butler.

According to his record,
he used to do that kind of work

when he was casing a joint.

He was so good some of the people
he robbed didn't wanna prosecute.

You know why?
They wanted him to stay on.

Those are very
fine references, Malloby.

He's here without
my recommendations, Warden.

-Why?
-I don't think he's to be trusted.

Warden Paxton thought so.

Well, I don't think I'll be making
any changes right away.

That's all, men.
Thanks.

Always for me,
aren't you, Captain?

There are all your boys, George.

He had me sent up
for five years.

He wasn't DA during my time.

There he is now.

The yellow rat
is eta yin' holed up.

Don't I wish
he'd come around here.

His throat, that's where
I'd like to put my hands.

You must have sent a few hundred
of those up here yourself.

-Yeah, I suppose I did.
-That's how you made your record.

Now you can make another one
by keeping them under control.

I don't make records, Mac.
I just do jobs.

Sure, I know, George,
but I was just thinking

that a good showing won't hurt you
when the election comes around.

(PRISONERS CHANTING)

What is that, Douglas?

They call it "yammering".

They do it when they're sore.

I better go down.

I'll go with you.

I wouldn't go if I were you.
You better stay here.

Why?

It sounds like this music
is being staged for your benefit.

That's right, Mr Know land.
I'm sure that's what it is.

Kind of a protest, huh?

MACKAY:
Wait a minute, George.

This is bad medicine.

You don't have to prove
anything to 'em, Warden.

No?

You stay here, Douglas.

(PRISONERS YAMMERING)

(YAMMERING CONTINUES)

(YAMMERING FADES AND STOPS)

Hello, Tex.

Hi, uh... Mr Know land.

See ya again, Tex.

Non ci vediamo

da motto tempo, Luigi.

Cinque anni, Mr Know land.

(BELL RINGING)

GUARD:
Forward!

We're all set for tonight.

Want in on it, Malloby?

No.

I still have
some unfinished business.

We can't miss.

This is the third time
I've seen it tried.

They always go out eager,
and they always come back dead.

I promised Joe...

I thought I told you
to lay off him.

What difference does it make?
He's in solitary anyway.

I just wanted you to let him know
that I couldn't wait.

Lucky for him.

I'll tell him.

I hope you make it, Mapes.

STALEY:
Did ya think I was going' somewhere?

(ALARM BLARING)

Guard...

Guard! Guard!

GUARD:
Shut up in there!

-What day is it?
-What do you care?

Will you just please tell me
what day it is?

It ain't day.
It's night, Friday night.

Now shut up!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

PRISONER:
Let him go! Let him go!

DOUGLAS: (ON SPEAKER)
Attention.

The warden has issued instructions

that, in view of the attempted break
last night,

the recreational activities
of the day are cancel led.

MACKAY:
And everybody's very well pleased

-with the way you handled the break.
-Who's "everybody"?

Well, the newspaper...
The people who count.

That's nice.

I left the list here on the desk, George.
Go over it as soon as you can.

I will. Oh, Mac...

Have the office tell Douglas I wanna
see him in here right away, will you?

Sure.
See you soon, George.

What did I send you
up for, Curly?

Cutting a man's throat.

Close enough, Warden?

Yeah.

Tell me, Curly, what's between
Malloby and Douglas?

-They don't like each other.
-Why?

I haven't got time to keep up
on everything, Warden.

I've only got 99 years to go.

-The men like Douglas?
-No.

-You wanna see me, Warden?
-Yeah.

That's all, Curly.

-You can pick your stuff up later.
-Yes, sir.

MACKAY brought a list of the men
next in line for parole.

I thought you might be able
to help me with it.

-Sure, Warden.
- I probably know some of 'em.

Hanson, Dexter, Hufford...

-Hufford?
-Yeah.

He's the one
we had trouble with last week.

He just got out
of solitary today.

Let's take a look
at his record.

DOUGLAS:
His card won't be up to date.

Hufford, I think I know him.

Oh, sure.
I sent him up.

-What was his trouble?
-Fighting a guard.

We found out later
he'd just gotten a telegram

that his old man had died,
guess he went a little nuts.

Then why was he kept
in solitary until today?

Well, fighting a guard
is serious, Warden.

I wanna see all of these men,
and I wanna go over their records.

Warden Paxton generally
left that to me.

From now on,
we'll do it together, Douglas.

Yes, sir.

What about the funeral services
for those men that tried to break out?

I don't think it's a good idea.
It may lead to trouble.

We'll take that chance.
Send for Hufford.

Douglas...

Have somebody pick me up
a safety razor.

Yes, sir.

Finally dug you up, huh?

Yeah. Hiya.

Good to have you back, kid.

How was it, kinda rough?

Well, I didn't get sick
from overeating.

I sent a candy bar
down with Nick.

I know, they found it.

Now Nick's doing a few days
down there himself.

What happened on the break?

Ponti squealed,
like I said he would.

Douglas and his men were waiting'
for 'em. They got 'em all.

You weren't so bad off
where you were, after all.

What happened to Ponti?

They got him working'
in the warden's office.

They're tr yin' to get him transferred
to some other prison.

-He'll never get out alive.
-And Mapes is dead.

-He should a known better.
-How can you know anything?

Nothing makes any sense.
It's always the same.

The good guys get it in the neck,
and the rats get the gravy.

Mapes is dead, and Ponti
has a soft job in the warden's office.

I don't think it'll last too long.

-Hufford.
-Yeah?

Come on. You're wanted
in the warden's office.

What's he wanted for?

Oh, didn't you know?
The warden needs a fourth at bridge.

Funny. He didn't check with me
to see if it was okay.

All right, wise guy.
Come on.

He don't look so good,
does he?

He'll be all right
after a couple of days of food.

What are we gonna do
about Ponti?

Make his death
as painless as possible.

But you've gotta get me
outta here, Warden.

I know these guys. I know
what they're planning' right now.

All right.
Ponti, calm down.

I can't be calm.
How can you be calm

when you're sitting'
right in the middle of 2,500 guys,

and every one of 'em just waiting'
the chance to stick a shiv in your back?

You're not sitting'
in the middle of 'em.

There's eight feet of wall
and a hundred guards between you.

That ain't what he promised me.
He said I'd get outta here.

He promised me I'd get out.

GEORGE:
You had no right

to promise him anything,
Douglas.

It's up to the parole board,
you know that.

You deal with these things
the best way you can, Warden.

Yeah, well, I don't think
this is the best way.

I've never made deals
with men like this in my life.

All right.
What happens to me now?

I'm gonna try and get you
transferred to another prison.

What good will that do?
They'll be waiting' for me there too!

Any prison, any place!
You've gotta let me out.

Get this through your head, Ponti,
I don't know anything

about the deal
you and Douglas made.

I'll do the best I can.

But, Warden,
you don't know these men.

I think I do.

That's why I'm keeping you
up here working in the office,

having your food sent in.
I even let you sleep up here.

But keep away from me, Ponti.
I can't stand a whiner.

-But, Warden...
-That's all, Douglas.

-Captain, you promised!
-Come on.

You know you promised me.

Hufford, sir.
You wanted to see him.

I'll see him alone.

Hello, Joe.

Mr Know land.

Come in. Sit down.

Cigarette?

I have some.

Thanks.

It's been a long time, Joe.

Seems that way to me, too.

I've been looking over your record,
you've done pretty well here.

If you can call solitary
doing' pretty well.

The guard didn't know
your father had died, Joe.

Would it have made
any difference if he did?

- I think so.
- I don't.

This is a big place.

It's hard to keep track
of everybody's personal problems.

They manage to keep track
of everything else.

It was a bad break.
I can be some help.

I can keep it off your record
when you come up for parole.

That's hardly
in the line of duty, is it?

What do you mean?

I remember you telling' me a couple
of times that you had a job to do.

No matter how the cards fall,
that's the way you have to take 'em.

Yeah. That's right.

If I were District Attorney again
and your case came up,

I'd prosecute you again.

Then why bother to keep
anything off my record?

I said prosecute,
not persecute.

You were pretty crazy
about your father, weren't you?

Of course I was.

My daughter called on him
after the trial.

I Know.

He wrote me.

Don't you think he'd want you
to pull out of this,

go ahead and make a life
for yourself?

I haven't any idea
what he'd want.

Joe, haven't you some kind
of faith or religion?

Yeah, I did have.

It kind of sprung a few leaks
in this place.

What are your plans
when you get outta here?

(SCOFFING)

I haven't any.

Can you drive a car?

I used to.

Are you busy?

Step in here
for a minute, huh?

Joe, other men have had
lots worse breaks than you,

but they've come
through them.

-How old are you now?
-Twenty-nine.

Well, you've got a lot
behind you for twenty-nine.

You got a lot
ahead of ya, too.

Are you gonna let
everything get you down?

I haven't let anything happen.
It's just gone ahead and done it.

GEORGE:
Kay, you remember Joe Hufford?

Yes.

I saw him at the trial.

Joe's gonna be
our new chauffeur.

This makes you a trustee, Joe.

You'll drive me and my daughter,
do errands.

It's one
of the best jobs here.

I Know.

(PHONE CLICKING)

GEORGE:
Send in a guard.

You can start tomorrow.
I'll tell Captain Douglas.

That's all, Joe.

Thanks.

He doesn't seem the same,
does he?

No, he doesn't.

He'll be coming up for parole
before too long.

I thought this job
might be a good idea.

Help him to readjust himself.

-You could help, too, if you would.
-How?

Well, he's gonna
be driving you a lot.

Treat him...

Treat him more like someone you know
rather than a convict.

Draw him out,
make him talk about himself.

All right.

You still have him on your conscience
a little bit, haven't you?

No. It isn't that.

It's just that he's gonna be
getting out of here soon,

and I'd like to see
that he's ready for it.

Sure, Dad.
I'll be glad to help.

Well, I don't believe you'd be
too interested in knowing her, anyway.

What'd she think I was gonna do,
strangle her?

(ENGINE STARTING)

In a prison town, you'd think
they'd be used to uniforms.

Not many of us have a chance
to get out and parade around.

-Did it bother you much?
-Nah, it's all right.

Give them something
to scare their children with tonight.

How do you like the car?

They've done a lot to them
in three years.

Joe, you know,
your father was a fine man.

I Know.

When I went to see him,
I was a little afraid he'd resent me.

He was never like that.

-Why did you go to see him?
-Oh, I don't know.

I saw him in the courtroom
during the trial.

He looked so nice,
and so broken-hearted when you...

He really appreciated
your call.

I've always meant to thank you
for it when I got out.

Now you've done it.

Take the long way back
if you'd like, Joe.

Thanks, Miss Know land.

MARTHA:
No. Thank you.

Tell Melreau I think
this pot roast is wonderful.

I tasted it, sir,
and I told him myself.

You might tell him
I enjoyed it, too.

Yes, sir.

-How'd it go today?
-Not so good.

You've got to get Joe
out of that prison uniform

the next time
we go into town.

What happened?

They didn't make him
feel too welcome.

I should have thought
of that myself.

We'll have to get him
some kind of regular suit.

What's the matter, Martha?
You're not eating much.

I fixed myself a little snack
about an hour ago.

Why?

Well, you can trust
that cook if you want to,

but when I think
of his poor, dead wife,

poisoned,
gasping for breath...

Well, there's another
good meal shot.

Thanks.

Well, Joe, how are things
in the great outside world?

People are still living, eating,
dying, having babies.

They're just one up on us.

Nice job, driving a pretty girl
around all day in her old man's car.

I know guys that would break in here
for a job like that.

-How do you get along with her?
-All right.

No better
than just all right?

What do you expect?
I'm not even hired help.

Well, you're not
so bad-looking', Joe.

Nothin' to what I was
when I was your age,

but still not too bad.

You should have seen me.
Why, back in 1910...

Tell us about it
some night, Curly.

How 'bout playing' some cards?

Tell me, Joe,
did you run into Ponti lately?

Just once.
He's scared stiff.

-He's got reason to be.
-Shh!

You're gonna have a hard time
getting to Ponti.

I think it can be handled
when the time comes.

When's the time?

-Right soon. We'll let ya know.
-No, we won't.

We're keeping him
out of it.

Give me one.

Where do you want "em,
Miss Know land?

Just put them
on the sink, Joe.

Where is everybody?

-They're probably at the ballgame.
-Where?

Two of our teams are playing
in the yard today.

Everybody gets out
to see them.

Oh, I'm sorry, Joe.

If I had known,
I could have driven myself today.

I've seen plenty
of baseball games.

(SIGHING) I suppose I should start
getting things ready for dinner.

That's a good idea.

If you like,
I'll do the potatoes.

-At the loss of how many fingers?
-What do you mean?

You're talking to a man
who worked his way through college.

Joe, did you know that Dad's
working on your parole?

Yeah. He told me.

He thinks the board should act on it
in a couple of weeks.

You don't seem
very excited about it.

-It isn't that.
-What's the matter?

What am I gonna do
when I get outta here?

Who's gonna take
a chance with me?

Can't you go back to the firm
you were working for?

I don't think they're too interested
in ex-cons in a brokerage house.

Why should it make
any difference to them?

It's all over and done with,

you've already paid
whatever debt you owed.

-Would you feel that way about it?
-Of course I would.

Joe, there are people who have done
much worse than you did

walking the streets
right now.

Sure, but without a record.

All the guys I've talked to
tell me it's no cinch.

That's why a lot of them
end up back here.

You won't.

No, I don't think so.
That isn't the question.

The question is,
what am I gonna do?

I'm... I'm not even
a citizen anymore.

It's funny
when you think about it.

What were you studying
before the war?

Business administration.

-I'll talk to Dad about it.
-It's not his problem.

Maybe it is.

It really wouldn't make any difference
to you about me?

Not a bit.

That might be very important
to me someday.

If it is,
then you can count on it.

I don't like it, Warden.
The whole prison's too quiet.

Believe me,
they're up to something.

-Ponti?
-Sure.

They know he's up here.

They wouldn't try to get
through to him, would they?

You never know
what they're planning,

but when they're too quiet,
you can be sure it's something.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Sorry to break in, Dad,
but I've got to catch the train.

Joe's going to drive me
to the station.

I don't believe
your Aunt Ellen is really sick.

I think she just
wants to see you.

Can I get you anything
in the city?

No, just say hello
to your aunt for me, huh?

Sure, Dad. Bye.

Kay...

-How long are you gonna be gone?
-About a week.

-I'm gonna miss you.
-Me, too.

Tell Hufford I wanna see him
just as soon as he gets back, will you?

All right.

I'm just as glad
she's getting away.

Take a look, Warden.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

I've got the guards
trying to keep them moving.

But you bust up one bunch,

you get another one
behind your back right away.

Ponti, 1:30.

Come on, keep moving.

GUARD:
Come on, break it up.

Ponti, 1:30.

Ponti, 1:30.

All right, break it up.
Break it up!

Ponti, 1:30.

Cut the conversation.
Keep work in".

Ponti, 1:30.

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

-Oh, we've got a few minutes yet.
-Oh, good for us.

Come on, Joe.
Here's a bench.

Sit down.

Not yet.

Maybe in a few weeks, huh?

Oh, that's silly.

Not to me.

How long
are you gonna be gone?

Oh, about a week.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Yeah, you might, uh...

Tell you what, you might put an ad
in the newspaper for me.

"One ex-convict with plans
for the future needs a...

"needs a good job
to carry out those plans."

What plans, Joe?

Like... maybe sitting down
with you.

Calling you
by your first name sometime.

Nobody's ever stopped you
from doing that.

Nobody but me.

-You see, I...
-(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

-Have a good time.
-Thanks.

-Hurry home.
-Thanks again. I will.

-Joe...
-Hmm?

People aren't all alike.

What I mean is, the woman who
walked around you that day downtown,

everybody doesn't feel
that way.

CONDUCTOR:
Board!

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

Do you understand
what I mean?

Yeah.

I hope I do.

-Coffee, madam?
-(GASPING)

Oh, coffee.

Well... Now that it's here,
all right.

I wish you wouldn't walk
so quietly.

I never hear you coming,
and I never hear you going.

Yes, madam.

Anything else, madam?

No.

Ponti!

-Put those away.
-Yes, sir.

-What are you so nervous about?
- I don't know.

That room you sleep in
has no exit except through this office.

There's no-one around
except my servants.

Do you think they're gonna risk
the easy jobs they've got,

-to say nothing of their necks?
-They're gonna get me, Warden.

I just know
they're gonna get me.

How?

I don't know.
I wish I did.

Isn't there some way
you can get me outta here?

I'm doing everything I can.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Yeah? Send him in.

That's all, Ponti.
You can go.

(DOOR OPENING)

She get off all right, Joe?

Yeah.

Miss Know land said
that you wanted to see me.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

I had to stop
and change clothes.

There's something going on around
here, Joe. Do you know what it is?

No, sir.

The men are up to something.
You sure you don't know what it is?

I'm sure.

Don't get involved in anything that
would ruin your chances for parole.

I'm not involved in anything.

Good.

I've been thinking of writing
a personal letter

to that firm
you used to work for.

I'd rather
you didn't do that, sir.

I figured, maybe
if I explained a few things...

If you don't mind,

I'd just as soon start
someplace fresh

where nobody knows
what's happened, you know?

-I might have a chance to...
-(PRISONERS YAMMERING)

Where's Douglas?

You stay here.

More coffee, madam?

(YAMMERING CONTINUES)

Warden, I...

Where's the warden?

All this noise...

What is it, Joe?

It's probably a fight
or something.

A fight? Why would they
be yammering' like that?

-I don't know.
-Joe...

You stay away
from me, Ponti.

What do you mean?

I never did anything
to you.

(YAMMERING CONTINUES)

Have they got me framed?
Are they after me?

I don't know.

Joe, you've got to know something.
You've heard 'em talk. You've...

It's getting' louder.

Maybe it's a riot.

Do you think that's what it is,
Joe, a riot?

Said I don't know.

Joe, have a heart!
You're not like the rest of 'em.

I was framed into doing'
what I did,

and I could explain it to everybody
if you'd just give me a chance.

Don't hold out on me.
Give me a break.

You get this
through your head, Ponti,

I don't know a thing
about what's going on.

And if I did, I wouldn't lift a finger
to help you.

You're in it with them.

That's why you're up here.

It's getting' worse.

Joe, will you please go down
and find out what it's all about for me?

No.

Look, I did you a favour once.

So maybe I did squeal
about the break,

but I didn't tell anybody
that you were in on it.

Do you think you'd be coming' up
for a parole if I had told?

Two men are dead because you
couldn't keep your mouth shut.

But I didn't squeal on you.

You owe me something
for that.

Just go down
and talk to the guards.

They'll know
what it's all about.

Look, you don't have to do
anything to help me.

Just find out what it's about
so I can help myself.

I'd do that much for you.
I'd do that much for a dog.

(YAMMERING CONTINUES)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(YAMMERING FADES AND STOPS)

-Malloby.
-Get outta here, Joe, quick!

-Ponti.
-Never mind. Get outta here quick.

-(ALARM RINGING)
-Come on, Joe. Come on.

Don't be a fool.
You can't let them find you in here!

Come on, Joe.
Come on!

Joel

-What do you make of it, Douglas?
- I don't know.

Sometimes it's just letting loose.

Then again, they'll pull a stunt like that
to cover something else.

Cover something...

Ponti!

I'd better call Dr Agar.

It's too late for that.

Check the guards
at the gate downstairs

and send the fingerprint man
up here.

Yes, Warden.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You didn't do this,
did you, Joe?

No.

Who did?

Who did?

I don't know.

-Martha?
-Yeah?

See anybody
go through this door?

-No.
-How long you been sitting there?

About forty minutes.

Who did it, Hufford?

I don't know.

The guards below
don't know anything,

but they might have stepped
across the corridor

when the yammering started.

Have everybody
who was in the building

checked for fingerprints
and bloodstains.

Yes, Warden.

You can't get away
with it, Joe.

You were in the room
when Ponti was killed.

No, I wasn't, I...

What do you mean?

Nothin'.

What are you gonna
tell 'em at the inquest?

What do you mean, inquest?

What are you gonna
say to 'em, Hufford?

What are you gonna say
to the coroner's jury?

Nothing.

That's gonna sound great.
You tell them nothing,

and they'll pin this on you so fast
you won't know what hit ya.

Pin it on me?

What else do you think
they're gonna do?

You were the only one in the room
with the murdered man.

This is gonna be a coroner's jury.

It's out of my jurisdiction.
I'll be a witness.

I know you didn't do it, Joe,
but that won't prove it to them!

-You know I can't tell you anything.
-I don't know anything of the kind!

All I know is you're in a net.
Now, either tell me who did it

or get ready
for the gas chamber yourself.

I can't.

Do you know
what you're doing?

You're trading away your life
to live by a code

that was set up
by thieves and murderers.

It's the only one
you've given me a chance to have.

What you don't seem to realise

is the only friends I've got
are the guys in here.

Joe, that's all changed now.

You get your parole
next week.

Are you gonna
throw everything away?

Are you gonna punish yourself
for the rest of your life

just because of a couple
of bad breaks?

You got a chance to live again.

You think...
You think I don't know that?

-Joe, listen to me...
-Look, will you quit pounding at me?

I tell ya,
I can't say anything.

I'm gonna keep pounding at you
till I get some sense into your head!

Now, tell me, who killed Ponti?

All right.

Just tell me
which door he came in.

That filing room in there
is a dead end,

so he must've come through
that one or that one.

Come on, Hufford, at least
you can tell me that much!

I thought you were ready
to get out of here, Joe,

ready to take your place
in the community,

but let me tell you something,

you're not ready for anything
if you maintain values

that let you protect
a crummy murderer!

I'm gonna give you one more chance.
Don't turn your back on it.

-(BANGING DESK)
-Who killed Ponti?

It's easy for you to stand there
and tell somebody else what to do.

No, it isn't.

It's a lot easier than what
you're asking me to do.

You talk about values. What kind
of values do you think I have now?

-The right ones.
-How do I know what's right?

You've taken away
everything I've got,

you've taken away my freedom,
my citizenship.

The only thing you've left me
is a certain sense of loyalty

I've got to those guys down there
I've had to live with.

And now you want that, too.

-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOOR OPENING)

In there.

-Find anything?
-Not yet. What does he say?

-Nothing.
-We'll take that out of him.

I guess you know what that means,
don't you, Joe?

That's solitary again.

You haven't forgotten that,
have you?

No, I haven't forgotten.

A bucket meal every seven days
and bread and water in between.

No lights.
Nobody to talk to.

Come on, Joe, use some sense!
Who killed that man?

All right, Douglas, lock him up.

He won't be so stubborn
in a week.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHING)

I want everything up here
fingerprinted,

the bridge, the corridor, the stairs,
the body in there, don't miss a bit!

Yes, sir.

Get me the coroner.

I don't wanna throw
my weight around, Mr Know land,

but, after all, I am State's Attorney
for this district.

Congratulations.

It's up to me to get some action
on things like this,

and, so far,
we haven't had any.

Mr Owens, you just warm
your chair for a few days

and amuse yourself
by talking to newspapermen.

Mr Know land, there's been
a murder committed,

not only in your office,
but right in my district.

Well, that's life for ya.

This killing happened
over a week ago.

So far, there's been no inquest.

Our coroner's done his duty.
He's been out here three times.

We've sworn in a jury,
brought them out here in a bus,

and had to take them back again,

each time you've asked
for a postponement.

Why, you won't even let us see
this fella Hufford.

That's right. I won't.

A man is dead, Warden,
and somebody has to pay.

I'm perfectly aware of that.

(SCOFFING)

Of course.

Now, I've come out here
in a frank and friendly spirit.

I've laid my cards on the table.
I want you to do the same.

I'm perfectly willing to do that.

All right, then.
I don't want any more delays.

There's been a murder committed.
There's gonna be an inquest,

a trial, and a penalty,
that's the law in this state.

I don't know if you know that
or not, Mr Know land.

I know it, Mr Owens.

Or should I call you "Junior"?

I learned this business while you
were still playing hopscotch.

Then what could possibly
be your motives?

"Motives"?

I'm trying to clear this up,
and I don't want

any fumbling schoolboys like yourself
coming in to mess it up!

Now, you and your coroner's jury
lay off of me,

and I'll get to the bottom of this thing
in my own way.

I'm gonna have an inquest here
tomorrow morning at ten o'clock.

I'm having you called
on a subpoena, Mr Know land,

and you're gonna testify.

I guess you can do that
if you want to.

I want to.

See you tomorrow morning
at ten o'clock, Mr Know land.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Junior.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Hello, Joe.

Come on, get up.

You know, Joe,
you don't belong in a place like this.

Everything could be
so easy for ya.

You wouldn't have
to stay down here.

Wouldn't even have
to stay at all.

There's a parole up there
just waiting' for ya.

You could be outta here.

Why do you wanna kick
yourself around?

Give me the other candy bar,
will you, Burke?

You only brought one
with you, Captain.

Why didn't you tell me, Burke?

You knew we brought
that down for Joe.

Can you get out of here?

PRISONER:
Tell him, kid, tell him.

All right, let's cut it out.
Who killed Ponti?

Come on, out with it,
who Killed him?

I said who killed him?
Come on!

Get outta here
and leave me alone!

PRISONER:
Tell him, Joe. That's the stuff.

DOUGLAS:
Lock him in.

(DOOR LOCKING)

-Pails for solitary.
-All right, Blackie.

-Hi, Nick!
-Hi.

-Who eats today?
-Hufford.

Has he been
down there a week?

Sure he has, with Douglas at him
every minute.

Captain Douglas to you.

This stuff tastes terrible.
It needs salt.

Salt.

-Here. Hurry up.
-All right, all right.

-Come on, let's get going.
-All right.

-Hufford.
-Cell number three.

-Kay!
-Hello, Dad.

Welcome home.
How's your Aunt Ellen?

Convinced that we're all going
to be murdered in our beds.

Let's have some lunch, huh?
Malloby!

He just went down
to the main kitchen.

Who was that who met me
at the station?

A new trustee.

Where's Joe?

Well, that's a long story.

I suppose you read in the papers
that Ponti was murdered.

Yes.

Joe's a material witness.
He was in my office when it happened.

You don't think he did it?

I know he didn't,
but he knows who did.

-Where is he?
-In solitary.

Solitary? For what?

I've gotta find out who did this.
He knows and he won't talk.

You've put him back
in solitary again.

This doesn't concern you, Kay.
You don't understand these things.

I've gotta get to the bottom
of this right away.

If I don't,
they'll bust me wide open.

You think you can
torture him into talking?

This isn't torture.

Well, what do you call it,
gentle persuasion?

This isn't outside, Dad,

where you'd either
have to charge him or let him go.

He doesn't have an attorney here
or any rights.

He can tell me what he knows

and pick up a parole
that's lying right on my desk.

You don't call that torture?

And supposing he did talk.

You yourself hated Ponti
for what he did.

-This is different.
-How?

Keep out of this, will ya?

I won't keep out of it,
because I've never seen you

do a rotten thing like this
before in my life!

You sent him up in the first place
when you didn't think he deserved it.

You had to do that.

But now you're trying to turn him
into the worst sort of man,

just to save your own face.

That's not a very nice way
of putting it.

I know it.

But that's what it amounts to.

You must think a lot of him
to talk to me like this.

I do.

Yeah, you must think
an awful lot of him.

Go ahead and unpack your bags.
Everything will work out all right.

Dad...

He needs somebody
on his side.

He's got you, hasn't he?

And you've always packed
a lot of weight around here.

I've got to pick up
some more meat for lunch.

The warden's daughter
just came in.

-Nick?
-Yeah?

-Give him what he wants.
-Okay.

Let's have
a couple of more chops.

I planted a knife
in Hufford's pail.

That's great.
He'll either Kill himself or Douglas.

I'm hoping' it's Douglas.

I ought a knock some sense
into your head.

What are ya talking' about?
I thought I was doing him a favour.

-Give me your gun.
-No! I'm saving that for the break.

-Give it to me.
-Psst!

...So that's what I told
the Duchess.

Hurry it up, Malloby.
Let's not take all day.

Yeah, hurry it up, Nick.

Okay.

Keep the other guys
out of it.

You know something'?
I never liked you.

-Are you kidding'?
-Yeah, I'm kidding'.

(GLAMOURING)

Douglas will love
to hear about this.

Let's take him to solitary.

Get back to it!

-Open up Hufford's cell.
-Yes, sir.

(DOOR SLIDING)

So, you don't like me, huh?

-Well, what did he do?
-He slugged me, Captain.

I was just standing' there
thinking' about my day off,

when he walked up
and slugged me.

You cracking under the strain?

When I don't like people,
I always do something' about it.

We'll see how you feel
when you get hungry.

Put him in Hufford's cell.

Come on.
You're going out.

Come on, get up!

(GUNSHOT)

(ALARM BLARING)

Trouble in solitary.
Tell the warden.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Yes?

I'll be right down.

Come on out, Malloby!

I'm waiting' for you
to come and get me, Douglas.

(GUNSHOT)

You haven't got a chance, Malloby.

-Who is it?
-Malloby.

-What happened?
-We were just bringing Hufford out

when they brought Malloby down
for slugging a guard.

-Open the gate.
-Look out! He's got a gun.

-Give him another treatment.
-Hold it!

Malloby, this is the warden.

Hiya, Warden!

Come on out, Malloby,
before we throw tear gas in there.

I'd like to come out, Warden.
I really would.

All right.
Throw your gun out first.

Then come out
with your hands up.

And get shot
as soon as I hit the open?

GEORGE:
Come on out, Malloby.

You won't get shot.
You've got my word on that.

All right.

Here I come.

You never seem to win,
do you, Malloby?

You've got to win sometime, Douglas.
Feel the knife?

What's the idea, Malloby?
This isn't gonna do ya any good!

Tell him, Douglas.

Tell him how one glass of beer
can add up to twelve years.

Tell him the reason
I'm gonna kill ya

and why I waited for three years
for the chance to do it.

Just for the record, Warden,
I got Ponti, too.

(GRUNTING)

I guess you can understand now
why I couldn't tell you anything.

I still don't believe in what you did,
but I suppose...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Oh, hello, MACKAY.

Yeah, you can tell Junior
he can have his inquest tomorrow,

and that way we can all
waste a lot of time.

Why? Cos I already
caught the murderer, that's why.

Oh, I'm gonna worry an awful lot
about being unorthodox.

Go ahead and tell the governor
he can send his investigators over.

Half of 'em
belong in here anyway.

Who?

What about him?

He got his parole
three hours ago.

Sure, I signed it,
and so did you!

Mac, if you try anything like that,
I'll go back into private practice.

I'll not only make
that parole stick, I'll...

Look, my resignation is signed
and right here on my desk.

If Mitchell or anybody else
isn't satisfied,

all they have to do
is come over and pick it up!

No, no, I'm not sore!
I just love this job!

-You left here three hours ago.
-I'm a little behind schedule.

You better get started.
I'll drive you to the train.

When I start
to earn a living again,

you won't mind
if I write your daughter, will you?

Kay, get your coat
and meet me at the car.

Be sure and get
her forwarding address.

We may all be sprung from this place
about the same time.